Classical Chinese is about being sad at the sight of things.

1. Ask for a sad ancient poem ~ ~ ~ Pretend to laugh, miss half, and still play away from the song. Naihe Qiaotou, speechless to Meng Po. Acacia and resentment turn into thoughts and tears, calling for the memory of your past life …

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Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is far away. How to describe lovesickness resentment when writing is even more heartbreaking. The buttonwood tree that never gives up love leaves a leaf, making a sound and dripping in the light. Swaying melancholy, thinking of thousands of miles of smoke, but tears thousands of lines. Never forget to leave the injured leaves to zero until the hair turns white. How sad it is to cry till dawn. Half a piece of love, a lifetime of acacia, until sad.

Is the bridge of the river, I do not know the soul is broken, dreams follow. On the other hand, the flowers are unbeaten. In a thousand years, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves are numerous without flowers, and flowers and leaves do not meet, just like you and me. In this life, I would like to turn into a leaf red and forget Sichuan, just to arouse your memories of past lives. Meng Po said that love and hate in the world will end like a dream. Drink a bowl of soup and forget the sadness of past lives. I shed tears, how long the cycle is, unforgettable, and life and death are endless …

If there is no fate in this life, we will meet again. I hope there is an afterlife. If the afterlife is not over, I would rather bear the burden of heaven than bear the youth.

2. Ask for some sad ancient Chinese sentences, and gradually widen your clothes without regret, which makes people haggard for Iraq;

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

It's been years. It should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

3. Who has the sadness of Jiang Yan in the classical Chinese "Biefu"

Those who are ecstatic just don't want it! Besides, Wu Qin Xi has never been abroad, and thousands of miles belong to Yan Song Xi. Or the spring moss begins to grow, and the autumn wind rises temporarily. Therefore, my son is heartbroken and I am very sad. The wind is rustling and the clouds are strange. The boat was stuck by the water, and the car was behind the mountain. Before the tolerance, Ma Hanming kept ringing. He who hides gold is imperial, and he who crosses the jade column touches poetry. If you live in sorrow, you will die. The sun set on the wall, the color sank, and the moon flew away on the porch. Look at the dew of red and blue and the cream of green catalpa. The patrol building is empty, and the brocade curtain is empty and cool. Wandering away from dreams, I don't want my soul to fly.

Therefore, although we are in the same mood, we care about the nine ones. Such as the silver saddle of the dragon and horse, the embroidered shaft of Zhu Xuan, the account of drinking the east capital, and seeing off guests to Jingu. Qin Xiao, Yan and Zhao Ge hurt beauty, Zhu Heyu is in late autumn, Luo and Qi Jiao are in spring. Frighten the horse's back and shrug the fish's red scales. Breaking up in tears makes me feel lonely and sad.

There are also swordsman Shame En, Xuemei Daily, Zhao Toilet Han and Wu Cheng. Give up one's love and be patient, leave one's hometown, cry bitterly and wipe each other's blood. Drive the horse away, and get up at the sight of dust. Party name is a sword, not the price in spring. The stone changed color, and the flesh and blood died.

Or the border county has been unwilling to join the army. The Liaohe River is boundless, and the Wild Goose Mountains are connected with clouds. The boudoir warms itself, and the grass is fragrant on the stranger. Sunrise and obsidian scenery, exposing the ground and warming up. Zhu Chen's photo in the mirror is rotten, and the green smoke is smoldering. I couldn't bear to say goodbye when climbing peaches and plums, and sent my son to touch the skirt.

When you go abroad, what is the date of meeting? Depending on the hometown of Qiaomu Xi, I will definitely leave Beiliang Xi forever, and my relatives and friends will cry. But Ben Jing hates, but the wine is sad. It's time for autumn geese to fly to the sun, and when the Millennium falls, I blame the distant folk songs and go back to the long river.

And if you live in Ziyou, my home is in the river, and the morning photo of Joan Pei is the evening fragrance of the golden stove. You are thousands of miles away, and you cherish Yao Cao Xiang. Ashamed of the boudoir, the platform is yellow. The spring palace is this moss color, and the autumn account contains this bright moonlight. In Xia Ming, the day is not dusk, and the winter is frozen and the night is long! Tapestry full of tears, palindrome alone.

There is a staff sergeant Huayin, who feeds on the fairy. The art is wonderful but still learning, and the Tao has been silently passed down. Keep Dan Zao regardless, refine Jinding and be firm. Riding a crane to the Han Dynasty soared. A temporary visit to Wan Li is a millennium later. But the world is cold, and I thank my master.

There is a peony poem, a beauty song, a girl named Sang Zhongwei, and Chen E who went to the palace. Spring grass is blue and spring water is surging. It hurts to send you to Nanpu! Autumn dew is like a pearl, autumn moon is like a laurel, and the moon is white. As time goes by, I am separated from my son and miss him.

So I'm not sure about each other, and I don't consider Qian Qian. If there is anything else, there will be resentment, and if there is resentment, there will be benefits. It makes people stunned, their hearts are broken, and their bones are shocked. Although Mo Miao is dark, Yan Xi's pen is fine, he is a nobleman and a hero of Lantai. He is endowed with the name of Lingyun and can distinguish the sound of carving dragons. Who can imitate the shape of temporary parting and write the feelings of eternal strategics?

4. China ancient prose "Longing for Sadness" Liu Yong has many such poems.

Yu Linling [Jinse/Li Shangyin] I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like tooth. A youthful interval, Saint Zhuangzi is daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies, and the king's longing for love is crying in the cuckoo. Mermaids drop pearl-like tears into the next round of moonlight, blue sea and blue sky, breathing their jade in the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it [Yu Linling/Liu Yong]. I went to a thousand miles of smoke, and Chu Tiankuo was sentimental and sad since ancient times, which is even more worthy of being left out. Where is the Clear Autumn Festival? Where are the breeze and waning moon in Yang Liuan? This should be a good time for several years, but there are thousands of customs. Who can I talk to [Yu Meiren/Li Yu]? I know how many small buildings were built last night, and the old country of Dongfeng is unbearable. Yueyue jade carving should still be there. Just ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Lonely and lonely, going to the West Building, the moon is like a hook, lonely and unbearable, being locked in the deep courtyard of Wutong, making a mess, leaving sorrow is a common taste in my heart [Langtaosha/Li Yu] It is raining outside the curtain, and the spring scenery is fading. I don't know if I'm a dream guest. I am greedy and happy by myself. It's easy to watch when it's time, ugly when it's time, and ugly when it's time. Spring has gone to heaven and earth. [Untitled/Yuan Zhen] The sea is difficult for water. The eternal amber lazily looks back at half the sky of monasticism [flowers are not flowers/Bai Juyi]. Flowers come and go in the middle of the night like spring dreams. How long has it been floating like a cloud without finding a place? 8.[ Jiang/Su Shi] Ten years of life and death two Wan Li. I don't think about it. Never forget the lonely grave. Even if we meet, it should be ignorance of dust, such as a frosty night, dreaming of returning to my hometown. Xiao Xuan window is to dress and take care of each other. Only tears can be expected to break your heart every year. Lotus root is fragrant and moist, and autumn is light. Who sent the brocade book to Lan Zhouyun alone? When the moon is full, flowers fall and water flows in the west wing. A kind of lovesickness is two leisure feelings. Nothing can eliminate this situation, but the eyebrows are in my heart.

5. Is there any sad ancient prose? Talk about 1, where is the prosperity of the vast land?

2. When Long song was crying, for those unfulfilled promises and the deepest love in her life, she finally dispersed into clouds.

3, if you win, you lose, and the time is long. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.

4. Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

5. The Phoenix once played here, so that this place is named after them. I couldn't keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

6. Han Xiao is vast, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, and doomed to become a thing of the past.

7, the red dust began to make up, the mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

8, the world of mortals, flashy life is fleeting.

9, you can also quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

10, several times lamenting the joys and sorrows of generations, ridiculous life is not up to me.